AMANDA'S POV
I never should have walked into his room. Never should have listened to his nonsense about looking for something he'd "lost." He didn't want me to find anything. He just wanted to humiliate me—to tell me that every bit of sincerity I'd ever given him was nothing but garbage. Something he couldn't wait to throw away.
He was looking for an excuse to provoke me. To push me until I broke. And then he'd use that as justification to do whatever he wanted.
Just like he was doing right now.
But I was done letting him.
"Let go of me." I shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge. He was solid muscle and stubborn will, and I was just—nothing against him.
"I'm not letting you go." His voice was low, rough, vibrating against my skin. "You need to understand who your mast
